Dear, My'Eve
STAY AWAY!

A week passed, Ernest walked away with understanding Aisya's beliefs. With the guidance of Rama, although blocked by a considerable distance, sometimes the rain that flushed the city of Bandung but he still strengthen his heart to learn.

"Nothing is easy, let alone emigrate! There will be many trials, such as the word want to apply for a job.you will be in this test and that. Want to be a prospective student just hard pardon let alone be his people Al-Bashir! (Maha Look)"

"The hijrah is a guidance (instruction), faith, God's grace.not everyone can be as special as it can be found to emigrate."

Rama took a breath of his stomach, then chanted no less melodious than Aisya, if the sound of Aisya soft pusahdu, then the sound of Rama gives a touch of weight, wet but soothing, making it full and vibrating.

"Truly, you (Muhammad) cannot guide your loved ones, but Allah guides those whom He wills, and He knows better those who will receive guidance (QS. Al Qasas 28:56 )"

Ernest spoke 4 points with Rama, sitting cross-legged in front of the mosque pulpit opposite the large Qur'an that had just been Rama and the children of the reading study group, reading, while Coki is in the corner of the mosque while playing his online game. Chef, a loyal friend accompanied Ernest.

"Any person persuades others to embrace His faith and worship my Lord, if the owner of the day is not pleased. On the contrary, however persuasive someone tries to keep others away from His belief.If my Lord is pleased and willed, then that person should embrace His faith and be close to Him."

Ernest nodded in understanding, that's why Aisya never once said if Ernest must be a belief with him let alone force Ernest to believe what he believes, other than giving all the beauty of the phrase the greatness of his Lord.

"What does it mean that I belong to the guided class of men?" ernest asked Rama, the man of 3 children drew a faint smile, "it can be! If that's true, thank God--I pray'will you immediately log in and Istiqomah, so that I can splash the reward!" tengil.

"I mean aka?" ernest asked, his eyebrows clutched back.

"If a person gets guidance (becomes a Muslim) because of you, he is an Istiqomah in worship.then it is better than you have a red camel. (CHR. Bukhari 3701)."

Ernest listened silently, though his eyebrows were still clinging to the word red camel. "You know the red camel?" rama and Ernest asked, the young man slightly moved his slightly stiff and achy legs.

"Beuhh, learn again boy! Don't just know say I love you doang!" rama chuckled at Ernest's laughter, "oh that's the main thing or kang! Time do not know I love you, jatoh dong market I can only say I love you doang mah, not english-ngga cool!" admit Ernest immediately get the prize of the head show from Rama, "nga english does not hits! No poetic no romantic!" rama's reply, Ernest believes that Rama used to be a playboy youth! Seen from his wadidaww vocabulary that is not reached by the brains of other young men. He praised Ramadan.

"My parents loved reading Ar-Rahman's letter. When asked for a birthday what gift? He always asked for it on condition, until I read it. He said he thought it was the most romantic letter! Even though I know! Not because the letter is so romantic, but because the reading is me!" narcissist Rama put the tip of his index finger on his cheek.

Ahaha!

"Yinjiyyy! Narcissist nih ye!" exclaims the Chef who heard him join nimbrung.

"Syrics! Because there is no one to romanticize" exclaimed Rama, now Ernest is laughing.

Ernest muttered, "Ar-Rahman yes, hmm!"

"Turn back to the red camel, the red camel was long ago in the era of Fir'aun still fried trade, is the most luxurious, prestigious property and vehicle, as the word....if you are now a rich Kawasaki ninja H2 carbon, Ariel ace Iron horse, ducati, or if the red mah ferarri car, Lambor, look out for lambor not lampor! And it's not just one, it's a group! " clearly Rama.

"Sok itung with you, one hijrah person only if because I am the one who invites and guides, then I have as much merit as that, can you imagine how much I will tea angkaribung equal reward in the afterlife?! Especially the one who hijrahnya it! MashaAllah right?!" obviously Rama, the Chef who had turned off his phone, finally interested also with the chat Ernest and Rama.

"What does the hijra give you?" ask Ernest.

"All the blessings that you can never count how many rewards!" Rama smiled faintly.

"There is no more beautiful and good sentence than two sentences of shahadah in this world, even 2 sentences of shahadah that will be your witness later when death has approached...." now the look of Rama's face looks serious, his face is firm, Chef is right! Even if Ramadhan is a former motorcycle boy, he certainly has a certain kabbatan once, his face can reflect that, his dignity and charisma are still attached.

With reflexes, Chef commits to recite 2 sentences of shahadah repeatedly.

"What are you doing, Chocolate? Afraid to forget later in the burrow?" asked Rama chuckling. Chef laughed as Rama's guess was on target. Ernest laughed, after Muhammad who Aisya often told, then Adam and Eve, continued on Ibn Haitham, Aisya, abi and Umi Aisya, the figure of Ramadan became the next idol of Ernest.

Increasingly, his close feeling towards the Rabb felt so radiant in every chest cavity and mind, soothing-like peppermint as he sipped a sap of menthol candy. Feels full to every corner of the oral cavity.

Ernest pulled the standard one off his bike, then took off the helmet. His brows were intertwined, "the tumben was back," he muttered half-sniffing with a slanted smile.

Ernest fixed the location of the bag next to the shoulder, the school uniform was usual he stocked when he came home like this.

He opened the door and then entered.

"Where?" asked Mama Iren who was waiting for her at the door.

"Coki's House,"

"Every day?!" her question again scatter, Ernest nods.

"Don't lie to Ernest's mom, why do you go to Chef's house every day?! What's the matter, you prefer to go to Chef's house rather than bales Caroline's message, she was crying because you didn't come to her party? Mama knows, Nest! You don't like it, but respect your parents, mama also knows you often wander every day and that's because mom is just too busy earning money for you guys-but mom is shitting up from auntie with your sisters, you're tuh every day! Every day back at this hour? What?!!! Meet Aisya?!" the shoot was full of probation and accusations.

Ernest looked at his mother, "ma, does a rich mama have to be here every time Ernest comes home? Mama realized mama is more busy with her own world, but mama also never want to approach the same children? Mama was too selfish," Ernest's sad gaze regretted his mother's attitude, he then passed, tired if he had to always argue with the mother.

"This must be the work of the veiled girl?! It affects you?! Caroline said---"

"Caroline ! Caroline ! Caroline again!" fierce Ernest tired and furious.

"Stop talking to other people if we talk again, by the way, don't bring Aisya, Caroline or anyone else.because it's about us.." replied Ernest.

"What is this?!" papa Edo heard the commotion in the front room and joined in.

"Your son is pa! The game is the same as Aisya continues, so rich gini!" accuse mama Iren.

"Sway from him Ernest! Mama doesn't like it! ! Stay away from the girl and all about her! " screams.

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